I was standing in front of the mirror, and as I looked at it, I was tying my collar tie on my white shirt. It was a brown collar tie. Finally, I wore the blazer over the shirt and came out of my room. There, my mom was waiting for me with a gift bag in her hand.
Mom: Take it, but you must come back before 11 p.m.
Me: Oh, Mom! I’m not a child. please stop ordering me like this.
Mom: It’s your father’s order. if you have a problem, then go and convince him. He asked me to tell you so.
I didn’t answer her and went out. I thought this was the main reason for their arguments. Neither of them had a modern personalities.
I was going to attend the anniversary of Mr. Sameer and Mrs. Sanchita, the parents of Madam Anamika. Anamika Ma’am had invited me and ordered me to take care of all arrangements. She had left for Hyderabad to her office with an unknown urgency.
Miss Anamika was once my science teacher, and her parents knew me very well and also loved me. All the arrangements had been made by her just before she left for Hyderabad. So, now it’s my duty to take care of the rest.
Uncle Sameer, the father of Miss Anamika, was tying a balloon on the entrance gate when I reached there. He also wore a black blazer and trousers.
By seeing me, he smiled and said, “Akash, Come inside, dear. You’ve come at a good time. See, all the arrangements have been made. Help me to serve soft drinks and food when all the guests arrive.”
Me: Of course, Uncle, that’s why I’m here. Madam gave me the responsibility of your anniversary. Don’t worry, give me all the balloons, and I’ll take care of the remaining task.
Uncle: Okay, then I’m going to the kitchen to check on all the food arrangements.
Me: Fine.
He left by giving me all the balloons to tie with threads. This was their 45-year-old anniversary. Uncle seemed to be 70 years old, and Aunt might be 65 years old. The guests started to arrive at 6:45 p.m., one by one, and I served them soft drinks.
There were no more than 7-8 guests, all of whom were relatives. Uncle introduced me to everyone after they had been given soft drinks. Uncle told me earlier that they didn’t like crowds on any occasion, so there were very few guests at their party.
Aunt was getting ready in her room and finally came among the guests at 7:30 p.m. She wore a pink saree with a matching pink blouse and a white pearl necklace. No other cosmetics she had worn but white sparkling bangles. She looked like a princess and maintained a well-dressed appearance.
I was astonished by her red high-heeled shoes. It perfectly defined her well-dressed sense despite her advanced age. I saw her after 8 years of leaving tuition in class 12. The same gorgeousness was still reflected in her dress. Her hair looked like it had been recently dyed a brown colour to appear younger.
She had also used pink lipstick and black eyeliner, and that made her older age vanish. After she appeared in the hall room, Uncle left to get some refreshments. He gave me the responsibility of taking care of the guests. I was doing my job gladly.
Aunt was talking with the guests on the other side. After some time, Uncle came and joined the party. The party seemed calm and relaxed without music. But the environment was noisy due to the conversations of the guests.
Before dinner, I had the chance to meet with them and give them my gift bag. It contained two different-coloured coffee mugs. Their smile showed they appreciated my presence.
Aunty: You’ve been serving the guests since the evening. Thanks for all the help, Akash. You did just like our daughter does.
Me: Nothing to thank, Aunt. Madam Anamika gave me responsibility because she trusted me. I had a chance over the weekend, and I’ve completed all my assignments. So, I have no pressure from my assignments, and you can enjoy the party. I’m setting all the plates on the table. Ask your guests to take their dinner with them.
Aunty: Not only you, but your uncle will help you too.
I giggled and replied, “Okay.”
At 9 p.m., all the guests gathered and finished their dinner within an hour. It was nearly 10 p.m. when the last guest said goodbye to Aunt and left their house. After that, I was ready to take my dinner and told Uncle about my father’s rule. He took it easily and patted my shoulder.
He said, “Come on, young man, you’re not a child.”
The same thing I told Mother before I left my house. I replied to him with a smile, “That’s what I used to say to my parents, but either they don’t have trust in me, or they’re afraid that I may be lost.”
Uncle: Hehehe… Nice joking. Come, we will think about it. Let’s go.
I hardly made him trust my words, and he went to the dining room. After I arrived, I finished dinner within 15 minutes. Though Uncle tried to convince me in every way, he failed, and I left the dinner table.
After finishing his meal, Uncle came to me and said, “Let’s go, young man, have some entertainment. It’ll help our digestive system.”
Me: “But Uncle, I told you before that I don’t have enough time. Now I can neither watch TV with you nor gossip.”
He patted my shoulder with a light pressure and convinced me to go with him. I said, “Okay, but not more than ten minutes.”
It was the first floor where he took me. The floor was dark except for one room. From there, a bright light was coming. It might be their other room to stay in, along with one more room beside it. It was invisible due to the darkness, and a stairway led up to the roof. Uncle brought me inside the room.
In the room, there was a big table on one side and a TV, a table lamp, and a flower vase on it. Some packing gifts on there and nothing more than that. On the other side, there was only a steel bed with a rugged sheet on it and a door beside it.
The TV was on, and some Hindi serial was playing on it. The room was not decorated enough to do its beauty justice. There was only one chair, and Uncle instructed me to sit there.
Uncle: Sit there, Akash.
I sat on the chair facing the TV without any arguments, and Uncle put his blazer on the bed. He took off his shirt and hung it on a hanger behind the door on a hook. Until this, everything seemed normal, but his next move and speech pulled my attention to him.
Uncle: Akash, sit on the edge of the bed.
He unbuttoned his trousers, and by pulling down the zip, his pants fell to the floor. The scene was not far from my guess, and it happened. Most interestingly, when Aunty came out of the bathroom, she was wearing nothing but a plus-size panty and a lacy bra.
I was sure it was totally going to become a fucking scene. However, I pretended to hide my already experienced feelings so that they would realise I was a novice.
Me: Uncle, I think it’s your private time. My time is over. I’m leaving. (Stood up from the chair.)
Uncle: Oh, it’s not, young man. Keep following us. This will definitely entertain you, I promise. After all, you don’t know the secret we once shared. We’re much more open in such sexual encounters than usual people express. We even did it once in a holiday home, in front of another family. Only another couple was there. They enjoyed doing their own, and I’m fairly certain you will also enjoy it. (He smiled.) Hehehe…..
Now I told you without any hesitation, “You’re approaching me, in spite of being a third person, in between your fucking scenes, aren’t you?”
Uncle: Don’t you watch porn, Akash? If yes, then it is a thousand times better than watching those fucking shits.
I reclaimed my seat and let them enjoy their night in front of me. Uncle continued, “Watch us very carefully, young man. Very attentively.” I smiled but didn’t expose my own experience yet, just looking at them. Uncle was rubbing her boobs from over the bra and kissing her wife.
She held his erect cock from over the underwear. This scene didn’t last long, as they were feeling less sensational with the remaining clothes. Uncle pulled down his underwear, and then he helped Aunt do the same. They both rolled onto the bed.
Uncle switched off the light and switched on the table lamp. It was dim yellow light, a perfect fucking environment. Though the light was dim, I could see her saggy boobs and the chubby body of Aunt. Meanwhile, uncle started to lick her neck and gradually went down to her boobs.
She lay on the bed, and he penetrated his fingers. The movement of the aunt was exposing her arousal, and she moaned a little bit. Uncle Sameer was rubbing his chin on her boobs and also sucking her nipples. Her body was not clearly visible to me, but the movements were all clear.
I felt so lucky to have a chance to watch a couple intimately. However, if their daughter were to find out about this, it would be my last time here. So, I took this opportunity. I opened my zip and started stroking my cock by focusing on them.
Though Uncle looks older, his performance was most pleasing. Very few couples enjoy their intimacy with foreplay at this age. He was teasing but not yet penetrating. After some time, uncle shifted beside her, and by kissing her lips, he was rubbing her pussy.
Soon, Uncle increased the pace of his fingering, and the sound became wet. There was enough pussy sticky fluid, but it was yet to be discharged. Her fist clenched the sheet and pulled it towards her forcefully. Finally, Uncle Sameer succeeded in making her squirt.
Her pussy discharged on the bed like a volcanic eruption. The fluid was spread out, and the sparkling flow almost made me cum. My thighs clenched my scrotum, and my hands were stopped. Everything was happening just like in a porn movie. But I could feel the reality and the sensational environment.
After the amazing squirt, he came down from the bed, and it was time for penetration. He took a box from a drawer of the table, gazed at me with a smiley face, and went back to his position. I also smiled at him. After taking a condom from that box, he put it aside and threw the packet out of the bed.
It felt near my feet. I took it, and it was a non-flavoured dotted condom. Meanwhile, Uncle started pounding, and her moaning sounded clearly in my ear. Though he was trying well, his tummy was badly making a barrier from giving a deep fuck.
He could hardly move his hips with that tummy. So it was just like dry humping, not a proper penetration or deep thrust. This is what she was enjoying with intense excitement. The scene forced me to come all over the floor with an explosive and long-distance shot.
I didn’t stop stroking my cock until the last drop. I couldn’t see how far it spread, but it was a massive load due to one week of abstaining. No longer I finished cum, Uncle said, “Akash, do you enjoy it or not? I think my present situation is making you bored, so come to the bed, join us, please come here.”
He brought out his cock from her pussy and sat beside her. However, it was extra surprising to me to receive the invitation to meet someone else’s wife. Uncle Sameer was indeed failing to thrust, but calling me to join was like a return gift.
As I had just finished cumming, I had doubts about whether I could give my actual performance. I pretended to reject his request and say, “No, no, it’s okay. You’re doing really well, and at this age, an aunt wouldn’t be able to take more intensive care, considering my age. So I should stay far. You carry on.”
After hearing my statement, Aunt woke up, came down from bed, and looked at me with doubtful eyes. She asked, “Are you afraid or teasing me, huh?” I stood up from the chair, my cock hung out of the zip, and my heartbeat became fast. I replied politely, “No, no, Aunt, I was saying just my disability.”
Aunt looked at me in rage. “Disability? In my early college life, I had tasted so many cocks who used to say “disabled” but finally proved to be the most able one.
Me: Oh, that’s good – a good experience. (Suddenly, she pulled my cock towards her and knelt before me.) … Ahhh… Aunt!
Aunt: Shhh! My moaning can be louder than yours still, but I never did. You should have accepted the gift respectfully when your uncle offered it to you. Now I will taste you. Ummm, it’s so salty.
She doubted whether I’d already come, and I failed to cover it up.
Aunt: Umm… Wait, it seems like you’ve already come. It’s dripping from your cock. Let’s fuck. Come on the bed.
She pulled my hand and made me lie on the bed. I did as she wished without hesitation. Uncle Sameer had opened his condom as he understood that Aunt was going to finish with me. She bent over my cock and started sucking. Her head was jolting on my cock.
As I’ve just ejaculated, it felt like an awesome sensation. I had never tasted an old pussy, but at that time, she was not in the mood to give me a chance at a face fuck. After sucking deeply, she said, “Now take over my pussy with your greedy cock.”
I make her position for doggy style. Her massive ass is the special attraction of her chubby figure.
I asked, “Uncle, one more condom, please.”
He was ready to watch me, that good fucker I am. Just instantly, he took a condom from the box and threw it at me. It was the same condom that he used before. By wearing the condom, I came to know it was a fully dotted condom with ridges. Uncountable dots were over there.
Without wasting more time, I held her buttocks and made a gap in her anus. It made a big gap because of the fat ass. I pumped it through the anal canal and started thrusting. The sound was too loud because of Fat Ass. But I didn’t care because I was doing what was offered to me.
I was banging deep into her anal as much as possible by holding her waist. Aunt moaned, “Yeah… Ohh, fuck!” Look at the pace of the guy, Sameer. Really fucking hard. Oh, my poor ass is being pounded so roughly. Keep pounding, ahh!”
I didn’t look, Uncle Sameer, just focusing on what I was doing. I held her bouncy boobs and pushed my hips as deep as possible on each thrust. At one point, I stopped. It was nearly 2-3 minutes. I was continuously pounding, and my cock had been ready to cum again.
I saw her ass had become so red due to my continuous slaps. Then, I asked her to change her position, and she followed me. After she turned to me, I noticed her hairy pussy, not so much, but a little bit spreading over the clitoris. The dark nipples of her saggy boobs were spotted.
I was about to end because I was under time pressure, although it was past 11 p.m. By changing her position, I spit on her pussy and entered my cock. It sparkled in the light due to its stickiness and wetness. As soon as I entered, my phone rang.
It was Dad’s call, but instead of hanging up, I gave it to Uncle to manage him.
Uncle kept it on loudspeaker and said, “Hello, yes, your son is having dinner.”
Dad (in-call): Why so late? Give him the phone.
I refused to take the phone and increased my pace of fucking by clenching those big nipples. However, Uncle convinced my father and said, “He is eating now and will go back home soon.” By answering this, he cut the call.
I continued with my rhythmic pace, and she moaned by holding tightly the pillow under her head with her fist, “Ahhh… So rough, you guys are so rough, ahhh…Fuck, I’m going to cum. Don’t stop, keep fucking, ahhh… Shit.”
She made another explosive squirt. She pulled out my cock by rubbing her clit with two fingers. The squirts made my shirt totally wet. Then, I opened the condom and took it to hold on her face.
Aunt: Want to cum on my face? Ummm… then give it on my face, so hot cum, right?
Though I’ve ejaculated just before, the abstinence of a week helped a lot. It was a thick layer on her face but low in quantity compared to the past. Uncle Sameer came over to her boobs, and his cock spurted on them, just as equal to my load on her face.
Uncle: Ohh, ahh! What a beautiful session we had, didn’t we, young man? Just like porn, but trust me, having such a slutty wife doesn’t require porn. We did it regularly despite our age. This is the enjoyment of life.
Me: Really, Uncle, it’s true.
Uncle: What do you say, Sanchita? Will it continue every day until our daughter returns, or will we finally leave it here?
Aunt: Oh, no, no, leave it. Modern-day guys are so rough, fucking so wildly. Your fucking style is better for me, Sameer. Now, Akash, you go back home, and it’ll be better to have experience with young virgin girls the same age as yours.
Uncle: Whatever you say, our special guest made our anniversary special, didn’t he?
I smiled a loud, “Hehehe….uncle, tell this precious instead of special.”